First Time
It is very busy in District 3 these days, especially for the two living Victors. Day and night the two of them are working, building, drawing, planning. There is so much to do. And that's the way they like it.
And that isn't even touching the uprisings that have been occurring, all over Panem. Since the finale of the last Hunger Games, the moods in the districts were becoming increasingly hostile. The production lines in 3 are beginning to be held up for the first time since the Dark Days.
Of course, Beetee and Wiress have to toe the Capitol's line, outwardly. And so they do. Not that they have to do much. The Victors of District 3 rarely leave their houses save to visit with each other. Wiress sometimes goes into the city, where she lived before she was a Victor. But she hasn't been for a long time.
(Beetee was concerned about rioting, and had asked her not to go on her own anymore.)
And today is a day like any other in 3. The sky is gray and cloudy, because it is always gray and cloudy. It is raining...because it is usually either rain or snow in 3. The house (Beetee's, today) is cold, and Wiress goes to turn up the heat a little bit. She keeps shivering. Sometimes, she just gets like that. Despite the leggings, and the skirts, and the hooded sweatshirts. Shivering.
She goes over to check the thermostat. And then she heads into the kitchen. Well, what she thought was the kitchen, anyway.
And then she backs out again.
Something is different. Something is very different.
It is a common opinion that Wiress is not very...sane. Her nickname is 'Nuts', after all. Most days, she herself tends to agree with the common opinion.
But she isn't that crazy, is she? "Empirical evidence...I need a study partner..." she murmurs.
She hurries back into the workroom, where Beetee is, and grabs his hand. "Come..." She pulls him up and along with her.
When Wiress is really worked up about something, there really isn't any stopping her. "You have to come see because I am not that crazy..." she mumbles, as she pulls him towards the kitchen...
And they end up somewhere that...certainly isn't his kitchen.
The door to the bar opens, and a pale woman with messy dark hair walks in, dragging a bespectacled man with her. The two of them stand, hand in hand, looking around in stunned silence for a few moments.
Then she looks over at him. "This isn't your kitchen, and I'm not...I'm not..." crazy.
[tiny tag: Beetee and Wiress]
And that isn't even touching the uprisings that have been occurring, all over Panem. Since the finale of the last Hunger Games, the moods in the districts were becoming increasingly hostile. The production lines in 3 are beginning to be held up for the first time since the Dark Days.
Of course, Beetee and Wiress have to toe the Capitol's line, outwardly. And so they do. Not that they have to do much. The Victors of District 3 rarely leave their houses save to visit with each other. Wiress sometimes goes into the city, where she lived before she was a Victor. But she hasn't been for a long time.
(Beetee was concerned about rioting, and had asked her not to go on her own anymore.)
And today is a day like any other in 3. The sky is gray and cloudy, because it is always gray and cloudy. It is raining...because it is usually either rain or snow in 3. The house (Beetee's, today) is cold, and Wiress goes to turn up the heat a little bit. She keeps shivering. Sometimes, she just gets like that. Despite the leggings, and the skirts, and the hooded sweatshirts. Shivering.
She goes over to check the thermostat. And then she heads into the kitchen. Well, what she thought was the kitchen, anyway.
And then she backs out again.
Something is different. Something is very different.
It is a common opinion that Wiress is not very...sane. Her nickname is 'Nuts', after all. Most days, she herself tends to agree with the common opinion.
But she isn't that crazy, is she? "Empirical evidence...I need a study partner..." she murmurs.
She hurries back into the workroom, where Beetee is, and grabs his hand. "Come..." She pulls him up and along with her.
When Wiress is really worked up about something, there really isn't any stopping her. "You have to come see because I am not that crazy..." she mumbles, as she pulls him towards the kitchen...
And they end up somewhere that...certainly isn't his kitchen.
The door to the bar opens, and a pale woman with messy dark hair walks in, dragging a bespectacled man with her. The two of them stand, hand in hand, looking around in stunned silence for a few moments.
Then she looks over at him. "This isn't your kitchen, and I'm not...I'm not..." crazy.
[tiny tag: Beetee and Wiress]